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Marillion - Hotel Hobbies Lyrics

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  • (derek dick, steve rothery, mark kelly, pete trewavas, ian mosley)
  • Hotel hobbies padding dawns hollow corridors
  • Bell boys checking out the hookers in the bar
  • Slug-like fingers trace the star-spangled clouds of cocaine on the mirror
  • The short straw took its bow
  • The tell tale tocking of the last cigarette
  • Marking time in the packet as the whisky sweat
  • Lies like discarded armour on an unmade bed
  • And a familiar craving is crawling in his head
  • And the only sign of life is the ticking of the pen
  • Introducing characters to memories like old friends
  • Frantic as a cardiograph scratching out the lines
  • A fever of confession a catalogue of crime in happy hour
  • Do you cry in happy hour
  • Do you hide in happy hour
  • The pilgrimage to happy hour
  • New shadows tugging at the corner of his eye
  • Jostling for attention
  • As the sunlight flares
  • Through a curtains tear
  • Shuffling its beams as if in nervous anticipation of another day

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